Week #1

Welcome

September is here�And so if fall.�So welcome children �Welcome all.�I hope vacation �Was real fun.�And that you’re glad�School has begun.�

Week #2

My School Pledge

I pledge today to do my best �in reading, math, and all the rest.�I promise to obey the rules�in my class and in our school.�I’ll respect myself and others, too.�I’ll expect the best in all I do.�I am here to learn all I can, �To try my best and be all I am.�

Week #3

Number Printing Poem Number 1 �is like a stick.�A straight line down �that’s very quick! �

For number 2, �go right around.�Then make a line�across the ground! �

Go right around, �what will it be?�Go round again �to make a 3! �

Down and over�and down some more.�That’s the way�to make a 4! �

Go down and around, �then you stop.�Finish the 5 �with a line on the top! �

Make a curve, �then a loop.�There are no tricks�to making a 6! �

Across the sky�and down from heaven.�That’s the way�to make a 7! �

Make a “S”�and then don’t wait.�Climb up again �to make an ! �

Make a loop �and then a line.�That’s the way�to make a 9! �

Make a 1 �and then an “0”.�10 are all your fingers�you know! �

Week #4

Good Morning

Good morning it’s time to rise.�Stand up and wipe your sleepy eyes.�Reach and stretch for the sky, �Hold your hands way up high.�Bend your body and touch the ground.�Stand up straight, now turn around.�Point to your eyes, point to your nose.�Jump up and down and touch your toes.�Clap your hands, stomp your feet.�Let’s start the day, now find your seat.�

Week #5

Start the Day with a Smile

This is the way we start the day, �Start the day, start the day.�This is the way we start the day, �So early in the morning.�

First we smile and shake a hand, �Shake a hand, shake a hand.�First we smile and shake a hand, �So early in the morning.�

Then we sit down quietly, �Quietly, quietly.�Then we sit down quietly, �So early in the morning.�

We listen very carefully, �Carefully, carefully.�We listen very carefully, �So early in the morning.�

Week #6

The Leaves of the Trees (to the tune of “Wheels on the Bus”)�

The leaves of the trees turn orange and red, �Orange and red. �Orange and red.�The leaves of the trees �turn orange and red, �All through the town.�

The leaves of the trees come tumbling down, �Tumbling down.�Tumbling down.�The leaves of the trees �come tumbling down, �All through the town.�

The leaves on the ground go swish, swish, swish, �Swish, swish, swish.�Swish, swish, swish.�The leaves on the ground�go swish, swish, swish.�All through the town.�

Week #7

October

October’s the month�When the smallest breeze�Gives us a shower�Of autumn leaves.�Bonfires and pumpkins, �Leaves sailing down – �October is red�And golden and brown.�

Week #8

Halloween is Coming Soon Halloween is coming soon, coming soon, coming soon, �Halloween is coming soon, �Oh, what fun! �

Black cats sitting on a fence, on a fence, on a fence, �Back cats sitting on a fence, �Meow! Meow! Meow! �

Owl’s a-hooting in the trees, in the trees, in the trees, �Owl’s a-hooting in the trees, �Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! �

Witches flying on their brooms, on their brooms, on their brooms, �Witches flying on their brooms, �Eee! Eee! Eee! �

Jack o’lanterns grin at you, grin at you, grin at you, �Jack o’lanters grin at you, �Oh! Oh! Oh! �

Halloween is coming soon, coming soon, coming soon, �Halloween is coming soon, �Oh, what fun! �

Week #9

Owl

An owl sat watching in a tree, �Just as wise as he could be.�Watching tricksters from door to door run, �Trick or treating and having fun.�After he had watched the whole scene.�He said, “Whoo, it’s Owl-o-ween!”�

Week #10

Skeleton Parade

The skeletons are out tonight, �They march about the street, �With bony bodies, bony heads, �And bony hands and feet.�

Bony, bony, bony, bones �with nothing in between.�Up and down and all around, �They march on Halloween.�

Week #11

Halloween Sounds This is the way the witches fly, witches fly, witches fly, �This is the way the witches fly, �Swish, swish, swish!�

This is the way the ghosts go by, ghosts go by, ghosts go by, �This is the way the ghosts go by, �Oooh, Oooh, Oooh! �

This is the way the black cats howl, black cats howl, black cats howl, �This is the way the black cats howl, �Meow, meow, meow! �

This is the way the pumpkins laugh, the pumpkins laugh, pumpkins laugh, �This is the way the pumpkins laugh, �Hee, hee, hee! �

This is the way the night owls cry, night owl cry, night owls cry, �This is the way the night owls cry, �Hoo, hoo, hoo! �

Week #12

Albuquerque Turkey

Albuquerque is a turkey.�And he’s feathered and he’s fine.�And he wobbles and he gobbles�And he’s absolutely mine.�He’s the best pet that you can get.�Better than a dog or cat.�He’s my Albuquerque turkey�And I’m awfully proud of that.�He once told me, very frankly, �He preferred to be my pet, �Not the main course at my dinner, �And I told him not to fret.�And my Albuquerque turkey�Is so happy in his bed.�‘Cause for our Thanksgiving dinner, �We had egg foo young instead.�

Week #13

A Thanksgiving Dinner

Take a turkey, stuff it fat.�Some of this and some of that.�Get some turnips, peel them well, �Cook a big squash in its shell.�

Now potatoes, big and white.�Mash till they are soft and light.�Cranberries, so tart and sweet, �With the turkey we must eat.�

Pickles-yes- and then, oh my! �For a dessert, a pumpkin pie.�Golden brown and spicy sweet.�What a fin Thanksgiving treat! �

Maude M. Grant �

Week #14

Turkey Trouble (to the tune of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”)�

We cooked turkey, nice and hot, �Nice and hot, nice and hot.�We cooked turkey nice and hot �On Thanksgiving Day.�

We eat turkey a whole lot, �A whole lot, a whole lot.�We eat turkey a whole lot.�It will not go away! �

Sandwiches and soup are fine.�By the way, would you like mine?�Pot pie lasts a long, long time.�It’s turkey every day! �

Week #15

Money Penny, penny, �Easily spent.�Copper brown �and worth one cent! �

Nickel, nickel, �Thick and fat.�You’re worth five cents, �I know that! �

Dime, dime, �Little and thin.�I remember, �You’re worth ten! �

Quarter, quarter, �Big and bold.�You’re worth twenty-five�I am told! �

Week #16

A Gingerbread Poem What do you feel?�The cookie dough.�It’s smooth and soft to touch.�Cool and squishy in my hands; �I like it very much! �

What do you hear?�The rolling pin.�It’s rolling out the dough.�“Rrr-rrr” goes the rolling pin, �A-rolling to and fro.�

What do you smell?�A spicy scent.�It’s filling up the room.�Sweet and strong, it smells so good- �Much better than perfume.�

What do you see?�A fresh-baked treat.�Its color is just right: �What a lovely golden brown! �A very pretty sight! �

What do you taste?�The gingerbread! �A spicy treat or two.�Sweet and yummy in my mouth; �Now I’ll share some with you! �

Week #17

Day Before Christmas

We have been helping with the cake�And licking out the pan �And wrapping up our packages �As neatly as we can.�We have hung our stockings up �Beside the open grate, �And now there’s nothing more to do �Except �To �Wait.�

Week #18

Santa

Santa’s sometimes called Kris Kringle.�His merry eyes—oh how they twinkle.�His nose and cheeks are red as a rose, �Which match all his bright red clothes.�Wearing a white beard and boots of black.�He’s a jolly elf carrying his sack.�When he laughs, he “Ho, ho, hos,”�From the tip of his hat to the end of his nose.�

Week #19

January

January�Now is here – �A fine new start.�

The snow comes down �In the dark of night. �When we awake�The world is white.�

In January �When there’s snow, �We get our sleds�And away we go.�

Week #20

The Snowman One day we built a snowman, �We built him out of snow; �You should have seen how fine he was, �All white from top to toe.�

We poured some water over him, �To freeze his legs and ears; �And when we went indoors to bed, �We thought he’d last for years.�

But, in the night a warmer kind�Of wind began to blow; �And Jack Frost cried and ran away, �And with him went the snow.�

When we went out next morning �To bid our friend “Good Day”�There wasn’t any snowman there…�He’d melted right away! �

Week #21

Snowflake

I’m a little snowflake white and round�I don’t make a sound as I fall to the ground.�When you look out your window you will shout, �“I’m putting on my mittens and going out!”�

Stephanie Shearer�

Week #22

The Faces of the Clock

The Big hand is busy, �But the Small Hand has power.�The large one counts the minutes.�But the Little One names the hour.�

When both hands stand at the top together, �It’s sure to be Twelve O’clock. But whether�That’s twelve at noon or twelve at night �Depends on if it’s dark or light. �

Week #23

The Second of February

There’s only the day the whole long year, �That I hope and pray the sun won’t appear.�The second of February, you all know, �The groundhog goes searching for his shadow.�If he should find it, the story is told, �We’ll have six more weeks of winter’s cold.�But if it is cloudy, his shadow’s not there, �There’ll soon be warm weather and days will be fair.�So please, Mr. Sun, for just this one day.�Find a big dark cloud – and stay away! �

Week #24

Valentine’s Day

If I could be the postman �For just one single time, �I’d choose to carry Valentines�So lovely and so fine.�I would not mind the heavy load, �Or mind my tired feet.�If I could scatter happiness�All up and down the street.�

Week #25

Valentine Verses

Now St. Valentine is here.�We greet his birthday with a cheer.�For happiness from friend to friend�Flies with the Valentines we send.�

Today as Valentines go out �To people near and far, �This one I’m sending right to you �To say how nice you are.�

Week #26

The Cocoon I found a cocoon �That a caterpillar made, �Fastened to a leaf�Hanging in the shade.�He barely had room�To wiggle or way, �Like me zipped up �In my sleeping bag.�

I looked each time�That I passed his way, �But he never budged�Until just today.�Something happened! �He wagged and wiggled�And then climbed out �And carefully jiggled�Small wet wings�That grew as they dried.�He’d turned to a butterfly�Inside! �

Week #27

Spider Webs The spider weaves a sticky web �To capture bugs to eat.�What keeps the spider’s sticky web �From sticking to her feet?�

Spider webs are very tricky�Because not all the strands are sticky.�Unlike the passing hapless fly, �The spider knows which strands are dry.�

But if she accidentally stands�upon one of the sticky strands, �She still would not get stuck, you see— �Her oily body slides off free.�

Amy Goldman Koss�

Week #28

I Have a Little Frog

I have a little frog �His name is Tiny Tim, �I put him in the bathtub, �To see if he could swim, �He drank up all the water, �And gobbled up the soap! �And when he tried to talk �He had a BUBBLE in his throat! �

Week #29

St. Patrick’s Day

Oh, my mother isn’t Irish�And my father isn’t too, �But today I feel as Irish�As the real Irish do.�

For today I wear a shamrock �That is green in every way.�And though I am a Texan, �I am Irish – for today! �

Aileen Fisher�

Week #30

Rags

I have a dog his name is Rags, �He eats so much his tummy sags.�His ears flip flop and his tail wig wags.�And when he walks, he walks zig zag! �He goes flip-flop, wig-wag, zig-zag! �He goes flip-flop, wig-wag, zig-zag! �He goes flip-flop, wig-wag, zig-zag! �I love Rags and he loves me! �

Week #31

My Puppy

My puppy has a doghouse, �just outside my door.�He licks me when I pet him, �and wags his tail for more.�He’s always there beside me, �no matter what I do.�My puppy is my special friend, �and a family member, too.�

Week #32

Dinosaurs Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �Where have you been?�I’ve only seen you �In books that you’re in.�Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �Why aren’t you here?�I want to know what �Made you all disappear! �

Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �How you would roam! �Forests and beaches�Were your private home.�Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �How you could eat! �Dining on plant life�Or dining on meat.�

Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �Where did you go?�Once you were giants, �And how you did grow! �Dinosaurs, dinosaurs, �What made you die?�So many guesses, �But no one’s sure why.�

Meish Goldish�

Week #33

The Little Plant

In the heart of a seed, �Buried deep so deep, �A tiny plant lay fast asleep, �“Wake,” said the sunshine, �“And creep to the light.”�“Wake,” said the voice�Of the raindrops bright.�The little plant heard�And it rose to see, �What the wonderful, �Outside world might be.�

Week #34

Books

I like books�I really do – �Books with stories �And pictures, too.�

Books of birds�And things that grow �Books of people�We should know.�

Books of animals�And places, too, �I like books�I really do! �

Week #35

Rain Rain Rain, rain �falls on the street, �mud in puddles �cleaning my feet.�

Thunder, thunder�rumble and roar, �close the windows�and lock the door.�

Clouds, clouds�black and gray, �heavy with water�to drop all day.�

Sun, sun �is breaking through, �clouds are moving, �the rain stops too.�

Rainbow, rainbow �across the sky, �see-through colors �to tickle my eyes.�

Week #36

Solar System Twinkle, twinkle, little star, �oh so bright and oh so far.�In the sky, a tiny dot.�Glowing gas that’s very hot! �Twinkle, twinkle, little star, �Oh so bright and oh so far.�

Beaming, beaming, gleaming moon, �Like a giant white balloon, �Round and round the Earth you spin, �Through the month, new shapes you’re in.�Beaming, beaming, gleaming moon, �Like a giant white balloon.�

Glowing, glowing, red-hot sun.�Shining light on everyone.�Earth goes round you once a year.�You’re a star with atmosphere! �Glowing, glowing, red-hot sun, �Shining light on everyone.�

Week #37

Kite Flying

On many spring days I wish that I �Could be a kite flying in the sky.�I would climb high toward the sun �And chase the clouds. Oh, what fun! �Whichever way the wind chanced to blow �Is the way that I would go.�I’d fly up, up, up. I’d fly down, down, down.�Then I’d spin round and round and round.�Finally I’d float softly to the ground.�

Week #38

Summer

I love summer! Summer is hot.�It’s sun and shade.�It’s water to wade.�It’s frogs and bugs.�it’s grass for rugs.�It’s eating outside.�It’s a tree-swing ride.�It’s tomatoes and corn. �It’s dew in the morn.�it’s dogs and boys�And lots of noise.�It’s a hot sunny sky.�It’s summer.�That’s why……�I love summer.�

Week #39

Vacation

In my head I hear a humming: �Summer, summer, summer’s coming.�Soon we’re going on vacation �But there is a complication: �Dad by day the problem’s growing- �We don’t know yet where we’re going! �